Everyone is passionate about something. Everyone’s world revolves around the things they are passionate about.I’ve been doing volunteer work since I was six years old. Yup. Six. It was in 1994 and I’ve loved volunteer work ever since. It gives me this …

I was reading um mit3ib’s blog about May 16, I was reading the comments ou madri shnu, then staw3abt ina il 5arab moo bs bil majles! IT’S EVERYWHERE IN KUWAIT! ya3ni shofaw wain kena ou shloun 9erna! why is that? Can someone give me the answer? When I was on youtube, I stumbled to this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Vnlx4KEZ_U

I really want you to see it, I do not fully agree with this video, bs I agree with how they sumed up all the things from kuwait the past and present. It’s very touching.

We have many talented young Kuwaiti’s, but why isn’t the country supporting them? Why do all the talented Kuwaiti’s start working out of Kuwait and not here in their own counrty? Why is everyone heading to study Business and not the major they really want?

WE WANT THE OLD DAYS BACK….How? And what is the first step?..

*Um mit3ib, sorry for mentioning you but this is how I got the idea to write about this topic.

He did what he was told to do .. cant blame the kid !Have a nice weekend people !Stay happy and safe =)The Fortune Cookies for the Weekend :Love as seen by the innocent eyes ..It isn’t always just how you look. Look at me, I’m handsome like anything an…

ABASHIRKOM!!! MY LAPTOP HAS BEEN REVIVED ;P Yaaaaaaaay!! :D
Dedicated to
S=)
Tara im outa dedis ;p so itha taboooon dedication tell me :O)

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Bader: Lol.. Well, i come here for.. um madree ya3nee afakkir.. oo lamman at’6ayag.. aw chithy ashyaa2…

He seemed very uncomfortable expressing how he felt..

Bader: Um.

Jumana turned to look at him..

Bader: What do you think of me?

Jumana: Huh? ;p

Bader: ya3neee shrayich feeeny???

Jumana: um.. ur okaay..

She blushed..

Jumana “ya3neee shbagoool?!!? Ur so hott and i love you.. wait.. i love him? ya7laiiily lamman a5arrif ;p”

Bader: im okai..?

Jumana: Shaso2aal ya3neee? u know ur a great person..

Bader: Bas kint ba3aref shloun itshoofeeny…

Jumana: Oo..

It was quite..

Bader: tara ma7ad y3aref 3an hal-mokan ’3aiirich..

Jumana smiled..

Jumana: Shma3na ana ya3nee??

Bader: Because

Jumana: Because shno?

Bader: Because kaaify ;p

Jumana: well thank u :)

Bader: 3ala shno?

Jumana: Inna u shared this with me.. chinna im special ;P;P;P

Bader: U r special..

Awkward..

Jumana: *nervous laugh* thank u..

She put her hands on the arm pad thingie… She felt something Cold..
She looked and it was his hand she looked at him.. and he was staring at her with a surprised look on his face.. she quickly pulled her hands away.. this all happened in a matter of seconds but it felt like hours for Jumana..

They both turned and faced the ocean..

Bader: A777! IL-ICE-CREAM AKEED THAAB!!.. :S

Jumana: weeeh! :P 7asafaaa..

Bader: take malich and eat it now gabel la ythoob..

Jumana turned to the back seat and leaned in to get them.. Bader froze.. her smell was mesmerizing to him.. She didn’t put allot of perfume.. but the Fruity anf floral smell of her hair escaped her laffaa.. and tingeled every part of baders body.. He Enhaled deep and hard afraid that the smell would go away.. Jumana turned around holding her ice-cream..

Bader: um.. 3adee ityeebeely ice-creamy?? ;p

Jumana: Lol.. ee 3ady :)

She turned around and reached for the bag.. while bader enhaled like a crazy man…

Jumana: Shno ice-creamic??
She said while still turning around..

Bader:..

Jumana: Bader..

Bader: Na3am..

Jumana: Shno your flavor?

Bader: uhh.. Mint..

Jumana urned back around with the mint in hand.. she handed it to Bader..

Bader: Mashkoooora :)

Jumana: il3afo..

He started eating his mint ice-cream with delight.. iltifat to Jumanas side and saw her holding her ice-cream cup with a dazed expression..

Bader: Jumana shfeech? ;p

Jumana: Huh?? mafeeny shay..

Bader: Laissh ma ga3d takleen?

Jumana: nisaaait :P

She started eating her rainbow sherbet..

Bader: Malich shaklaa latheeth ;p

Jumana: Tabee??

Bader: Laa ;p 3ady mal yahhal..

Jumana: SHAKO?

Bader: haha ;p yahel…

Jumana: Shdaa3waa.. itha mishtiheey i5ith

Jumana “haha bafashlaah ;p”

Bader “ya3neee bitfashilnee :P awareeha”

Bader: eee abeee..

Jumana: O-ok..

Bader grabbed her spoon..

Bader: Mabyy asta5dim gafshity.. ba3dain y5arrib il-flavor..

Jumana didnt know what to say..

Bader: Tishtiheeen min 3ogby? ya3nee ma tloo3 chabdich?? ;)

Jumana “Abaaaih!!! 7mar!!!!!”

Jumana: uh..

Bader: Ya3nee 3ady?? ;P

Jumana: Huh?

He grabbed her spoon..

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7addaaaaa maly 5ilg akammmil!! i feeel reaaaaaally sick ba6nee y3awernyy 7aaail! ..
well.. maybe next weeekend :-)

two days earlier: (Still the present)Aliyah came back from the gym exhausted..she was upset about her new breakup..she was really looking forward to this guyand things were going well.she was fed up.she needed to MOVE ON with her life..she had to move …

“Wain ra7 inrou7?” I asked anxious.

“Dgeega” and that was his reply.

Seconds later, we parked in the jam3iya’a parking. Since his car is tinted, I was not worried if someone I know passes by but I was of what is going to happen. Khalid then turned around and faced me. Silence filled the place, I just stared nervously. Is he going to hit me? Allah i3eeni 3ala ili b9eer. He then slowly cupped my face and kissed the crown of my head gently.

“7abeebti, za3lana 3alai?” I shook my head which indicated that I am not. “Walah moo gha9di aza3lich, bs hal wa6i narfazni”

“Khala9, lets forget what happened, everything is okay now” I lied, he really is not acting how he was a month ago, this is our third day together and this is how Khalid is? Allah i3een 3ala the upcoming days! There is something wrong with him, I know that there is a problem or something bs ma yabi igoul.

“Khalid” I am going to ask what is up with him.

“Hala”

“I really don’t know where to start, bs please lat3a9eb”

“Ana agdar a3a9eb 3alaich?” Okay, now this is my chance to ask, I hope ma isawi feeni shai.

“Um, Khalid inta feek shai? Do you have any problem? Wallah itha feek shai please gouli, I will help you and even thought I can’t but I will be by your side.” Finally! I got it out of me. I looked intently at his face, trying to read his expressions, but all I see is blank. No word can explain how I feel right now, and not reading his expressions made it worse. I started saying al mo3awethat fearing from Khalid. Seconds passed by and he still did not answer me, it felt like hours!

“Ma feeni shai bs el sher6i narfazni.” Khalid finally blurted out a lame excuse, and I knew he was lying, ya3ni ashkara imbayen.

“Khalid I know this is not the reason, bs 7abait agoulik mta ma tabi itgoul ta3al gouli, I’ll always be here” It kind of felt wrong telling him this, bs I want him to know that I love him and I want him to be happy. After what I said, will he open up to me? Waay! Ma a9adeg ana gelt al7een begouli shnu feeh ou a5er shai igouli men il sher6i! I stared at him in disbelieve, he seemed thinking about something. I turned around and faced the window; I just want to go to Kadi’s house. I felt his eyes staring at me but I ignored him, adri 7adi i7mara bs yestahel. He then cupped my face with his huge hands, they covered my whole face. Our eyes met but then I looked down and broke his gaze.

“Zayounti wallah I’m sorry, ma ra7 a3eedha mara thanya, ou itha asawi ayeshai i2atheech bs gouleeli…okay?”I looked into his eyes ou kisar 5a6ri, but no! I can’t forgive him this easily.

“Khalid ya3ni may9eer chthe tsawe feeni, ana a7ibik o enta mo 3ala ba3thik…mala da3i it3amelni chethi!” He went quietm let go of my face, and drove to Kadi’s house. The whole way he looks at the street sternly, and we both say no word till we reached Kadi’s house. I got out of his Range and was about to close the door when he said,

“Shlon teghayrt ya3ni? Sht7seen?” He obviously was thinking about it all way back.

“Esma3 al awalani malat Rashid o ana 7asa chthe belthab6.” And by that I closed the door, ran into the house, and headed to Kadi’s room. I saw Kadi sitting on her bed, watching a movie in her laptop.

“Kadi badesh il7amam,” I said with much enthusiasm as I could get out of me as soon as I entered her room. I entered the bathroom and cried my heart out till my head started thumping. Later, I then went to sleep. Kadi la7ethat bes magalt shay, she hesitated, because she knew me too well. Etha ana feeni shay o magoul that means ma abe agool, fa she doesn’t even try but makes me happy with other things.

Ma a7eb aza3el people ma3ay, brou7a ille feehom kafeehom. Laish akhale a7ad yez3al ma3ay, ye3ni they have their own life. I can take care of hmoomi. Kelha cham youm o tehoon enshalla.

I woke up the next morning around 11, and to my sheer surprise, Kadi was still asleep! I changed into a huge shirt and leggings and headed downstairs and sat with her sisters Fara7 and Fay.

Fara7: “5ane6la3, I’m bored”

Fay: “Mali 5ilg abadel”

Fara7: “Goumay badlay! Meshtahya prime and toast”

Me: “I’m in! You3ana” I really need to go out ou aghayer jaw.

Fara7: “Yala, ana barou7 abadel”

Me: “Bs I’m taking a shower, waray milchat my cousin!”

Fara7: “Age6ich baitkum when were done”

Me: “5oush”

I headed back to Kadi’s room took a quick shower and changed into a bright orange dress. I left my hair fall lousily since it was curled up, it looked amazing! I went downstairs and hopped into Fara7’s car. Minutes later we were in prime and toast since she was one hell of a crazy driver!

I checked my mobile to see if I have received any message from Khalid, but he did not. I wonder what he’s doing right now.

Incoming call: Kadi;*

Me: Hey bitch!

Kadi: Yal zaga, wainich?

Me: Prime and toast with far7oo.

Kadi: Masra3 gemtay? A9lan aye sa3a yeetay ams?

Me: Around 1:30

Kadi: Chathaba! Umi ma shafetich?! Ma gelteeli sh9ar ma3ach ams!

Me: Agoulich bacher, um and nope ur mom was asleep;p

Kadi: It7ereeeeen! I’m coming now m3akum la t6l3oun.

Me: Hehe, yala bye! Bakel. Yala ta3alai

After prime and toast, Fara7 dropped me to the salon, ma 3andi shai asaweeh since I did everything yesterday. Stashwart sha3ri and did my nails. Later I headed back home, ate lunch, took a long hot shower and went to the salon again to do the tasree7a. At six they finished my hair, and makeup, I went to the Sheraton to help out. I helped here and there a bit, and then headed up to wear my dress.

1 message received. 7:23 Pm
From: Khalid

I miss you:* is this really how you feel? Ma a9adeg eni sawaitlich chethi. Ana asif:* Allah la yejeeb el za3al bainek w baini, w en ze3alt artheek ya nour 3aini:* Teth7ak el denya fe 3aini la rethait, w agbal a3tharekw asame7 law 5a6ait, law agoul enik ib 7ayati ma wefait, kaif ana athaye3 7abeebi men edaini?!?
A7IBICH! Yala 3ad edi 3aweratni;p
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Thank you all for waiting this much till I post, adri I said that I’ll be posting in June but I managed to write a new part;* Hope you like it:* If I can, I’ll try posting another part.

Dedicated to everyone who’s been hurt/betrayed/used by someone they loved/trusted and is in desperate need of a happily-ever-after. But especially to two of my favorite people, Gutter Flower and Change. This is for you, lovelies. :* Recap: �…

15/05/01

She’s gone. She’s not here. She left. She left…me. She left all of us. Her loved ones, family and friends. The only thing left of her, is her deadless corpse, laying still in front of me. Why did this have to happen? Why did this have to happen to Her? To Me? To Us? Why?

Friend: “3a’9aam Alla ajrkk u5ooy. Alla yr7amha w da5elha fasee7 jannatah Inshalla.”

He patted my shoulder. My eyes were filling up again, I needed her. I missed her. I can’t live without her.

Me: “Ameen, Alla ysma3 mnkk. O shukran, walla ma etga9rr.”

Friend: “7abeeb walla. Ma sawainaa shay, yalla Salaam. Deer balk 3ala nafskk.”

I can’t! She’s not with me! I’m lost right now! I’m shattered and broken into pieces!

Me: “Inshalla. Faman Alla.”

Time had passed and I was at the funeral, people passing by one after the other mourning. Mourning my loss. Mourning her death. My love, my life, my everything…is gone, and God knows when I’ll see her, meet her, hug her, tell her she’s safe now, her in my arms. Tell her and comfort her, I’m here with her.

Its been two days since her death. Its been two days since she gave birth to the baby. I’m afraid of looking at it. I’m afraid of what will happen next. The last two days, I can’t sleep, eat, work nor think properly, all because of one unanswered question, whats going to happen next? How will I be able to bring up and raise this child alone, as a single parent? It hard enough that she passed away, all because of it. And now it comes and I’m confused.

“Asta’ghfur Alla wa atooba elayh. A3oo’tho bl Alla mn el shay6an el rajeem.” I kept repeating over and over again in my mind.

But its the truth, it all her fault. I can’t look into her big mothers eyes, jsut because she’s exactly the same, yet her life was taken away, because of her. She took her life away. Why? Why, please tell me, why?

“La 7awl wala 8oowat ela bl Alla el 3aly el 3a’9eem.”

No. No, I can’t say that. I can’t say its all her fault. Mskeena hal ma5loo8a, ma sawat shay. I know, bs ya3ni 7ata law, ma ynfa3 agool chii. It doesn’t work. It just doesn’t. I named her after her mother, Yara. She looks exactly like her, the only difference is that she has my lips. You may wonder that she’s still two days old, but it shows clearly. It really does. And these are the only two things I could make out of her, her mothers eye’s and my lips.

My mother says its normal, shay mn Alla. So what to do, the only thing I can is that I pray for her and wish her peace.

Mother: “7abeeby, yumma, taby ayeeb Yara 3ndk, t7’9nha shway?”

I was lost in my thoughts, thinking deeper and deeper but not seeming to reach anywhere, when my mother came in the room. When I realised she said her name, my Yara, I cringed a little. I still couldn’t get that she was gone, my beloved wife, gone forever.

Mother: “7abeeby, feek shay? Taby ayeeb lk shay tshriba, takla?”

I felt like my tongue was tied and I couldn’t loosen it up, but I finally managed to.

Me: “Na3am? Ee ee, yeebeha.”

My mother left and went to get her. When she came back she carefully put her in my arms, as I wrapped my big arms around her tiny figure. She was light, Mashalla, so petite. She seemed so delicate and fragile, so oh very tiny. Her eyes were closed, she was asleep. I kept staring at her, not knowing wether to swing her from side to side gently or to keep still.

Later on, at night, my mother put the baby down in her crib and went to her room. I sitting on the edge of my bed, wondering, thinking about my next step, but I couldn’t think straight. I stared at her for a while and then laid on my bed, trying to go to sleep since I’ve been sleep deprived these past two days.

When i first laid my head on the pillow, her smell hit my head. It was a lovely vanilla honey scent. I remember when I first used to wake up, I’d always put my arms around her and hug her, sinking my head into her hair and smell it.

I miss my baby so much. However, the smell made it harder for me to sleep, and so I sat up, thinking some more. But like the usual, getting to nowhere. Hours had passed by and I was still awake, when I hear a loud a painful sharp shrieking sound.

I jump in my place, startled by the scream I just heard. I look over my shoulder and see the baby crying. I couldn’t move, I froze in my place. I called for my mother several times.

Me: “Yumaaaa, yumaaaaaa!”

I called her for countless times and the baby was screaming louder and louder. She finally came in, with a bottle of milk in her hand.

Mother: “3adel, shfeek? Kany knt asawy el 7aleeb. Wnt Alla yhadaak, goom sheelha 3al agal. Try to comfort her.”

I didn’t answer back. I stayed frozen, staring at the floor. The baby was still crying and I couldn’t take in anymore, I ran out of the room with my keys in my pocket and got into the car. I could hear my mother calling behind me, but I didn’t stop. I kept on running.

I drove and drove, stepping on the gas harder than ever. I wasn’t thinking properly and I didn’t now where I was going. I couldn’t take it anymore that I suddenly skidded to a stop, I look around me to know that I’m in Al Wakra city, by the beach, more specifically.

15/05/09

Its been eight years now, since she passed away. And just two days ago was my sweet Yara’s birthday. She’s seven now and is just like her mother exactly. She just had one feature of mine, the lips. She was beautiful, wonderful, cute, and everything. She had her mothers perfect nose, big glistening eyes, shiny pitch black wavy hair and chin.

Unfortunately, that day was a day I’d never forget too. It was the day she came and asked this question…

Yara: “Baba, I want o ask you a question?”

Me: “Gooly baba, gooly.”

I pulled her up and sat her on my lap.

Yara: “Bs Baba la tz3al, okaaaay?”

Alla ysatrr.

Me: “Gooly baba 7abeebty, shfeech?”

Yara: “Baba, ana always when I come back from school, I see Hanoufa’s mom come take her, but me Cindy always come take me, and Cindy mo mamaty.”

I stayed silent. What should I say, that your mother died while giving birth to you. No. No, she wouldn’t understand.

Yara: “Baba, helloooooo. Baba, wain my Mama?”


Me: “7abeebty, Yara. Shoofy, inty my baby, you’re one of a kind. Y3ni you’re special. Mama went to a special place too, she went up there. But you’ll be with her one day, and she’ll have a big surprise for you. Ok 7abeebty, just think of it, inty unique. You’re my lovely baby, and you’ll see Mama, but not now, 7abeebty.”


Yara: “Mhmmm, but enta sure ena Mama fi el special place foog?”


Me: “Ee baba.”


Yara: “Ok Baba, see. If Mama is in the special place then I’m happy, but is she waiting for me?”


Me: “7abeeebty, akeed she is, she’s waiting for us all, especially you, Yartyy.”


Yara: “Ok then, thank you Baba 7abeeby. Come I’ll give you a kiss.”


Me: “Hehe, yalla 3a6eeny kiss.”


Yara: “MUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”


Me: “I love you 7abeebty.”


I gave her a hug and tear fell down from my eye.


Yara: “Baba, laish et9ee7?”


Me: “3ashan I’m happy I have you.”


I hugged her even harder.


Yara: “Hehehe ok baba ok, but I can’t breathe now!”


Me: “Hehe 7ayaty inty. Yalla go play with Jasoomy and Jala.”


Yara: “Byeee, Baba Baba t3al I forgot to tell you something.”


She came and climbed on my lap and whispered into my ear “I Love You too!”, and she ran away giggling.


Now, I realise I’m lucky, I really am. I have Yarty and Um Yara is in a special place. And someday will be reunited. Hathy n3ma mn Alla, better than anything. W a7md raby o ashkira, because in the end, its 8a’9aa o 8adar. Alla yr7mich Yara, oo Alla y7af’9ich my baby. And I’m really thankful.

3adel…

hello:*i hope uve missed me as ive missed u guys.thank you for ur kind msgs and thoughtful comments..i guess i was going thru a semi- depression after my breakup..i hope u understand..i will not stop the blog..and a new post will be there tonight..than…

I waited outside the chalet as 3awaash went inside to get whatever she was getting. From where i was standing, i could see the guy but i doubted he can see us. Since it was “revenge” it wasnt really good for us if he knew where our chalet was.Within 2 …

Ma99a5t.ha 9a7??? hehehehhee walah 7addi sorry…i was TOOOOOOOO BUSY!!! o btw mu lappy still 5arban! ya3ni 7issaw feeni ga3da 3ala il big old computer illi i6alli3 a9wat ;p o i know this post is boring! bas don’t blame me blame freaking 6AMZ! ihya illi 7annat o galatli 5alleehum iro07o0n ma63am…bla bla bla :P LOOOL! this post is dedicated to all of u!specially (LAYMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON) ;)
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Zaina: oh Bader! Shlonik?

Bader: L 7imdillah Zain intay shlonich?

Zaina: b5air L 7imdillah

Bader: Faro0o0o0o0o0o0o7 o Swaairaa!!! Wallah w kibartaw w 9irtaw 7areem ;)

Sara & fara7: heehehehehhehee

Bader: ee 9ij ma 3arraftkum hathi L walda…o hathi i5ti…fa6o0m

Zaina (smiled and went to sallim 3alaihum): Hala 5alti…

Um Bader: hala hala bnayti…intay Zaina 9a7?

Zaina: *smiling* ee

Um Bader: ee..winni3im…mashallah 3alaich waaayiid 7ilwa…

Zaina: *blushing* 3yo0nich L 7ilwa 5alti..

Um Bader kept staring at Zaina from head to toe…and Zaina was freaking out…then fara7 and sara came to sallim…

Waaay abbaaaih bas la it6al3eeni wallah a7is inna feeni shay ’3ala6! Oo 9ij ma sallamt 3ala fa6o0m…mashallah kbarat…

Zaina: Fa6o0oma shlonich:>?…mashallah kabrana o 9ayra 7ilwa…

Fa6o0ma: hehhehehee…L7imdillah ana Zaina…

Zaina: Nshallah dom…..

Bader:*interrupting* yallah i7na binro07…*looking at Zaina* nsho0fkum NshAllah..

Um Bader *5izzing Zaina*: Yallah 7abeebti NshAllah nifra7 feech o nsho0fich 3aro0s…ma3a L salama

Zaina:*blushing*……umm…ma3a L salama

Bader winked at Zaina and left

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Zaina~

Zaina sat on the table and shared a silent moment with sara and Fara7…

Zaina: Ughhhh…la7a’6taw?

Sara and fara7 stared at each other..

Sara: 8a9dich um Bader?

Zaina: eee…5arri3atni ;p

Fara7: eee moo 9ij shlon ga3da it5izzich min fog lay ta7at!

Zaina: waaay bas 5ala9 siktaw…a7rijatni yom galat inshallah nifra7 feech..!

Fara7 (6affiring her): she meant u and bader…^^

Sara (6affering her too): eee 3ad Bader 9ayir mazyo0o0o0on ;)

Zaina: heeey intay wihya shinu me and Bader!? waain ga3deen?

Sara: shfeech a9lan ohwa kan killa ur romeo ib highscho0l

Zaina 5izzed her continuosly..

Fara7: lah lah lah…chithee ahantay Romeo L 9ijji!

Sara: haw?! minu romeo L 9ijji

Fara7: *pointing at the table infront of them* umm…right here…i guess?!

Zaina: *looking*HuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *blushing*Abbbaaaaih! 7amad!

Sara: 7amad wild yeerankum?!! as in ur Ketchup?!

Zaina: eee wild yeeranna o ba3dain shinu ur ketchup?!

Fara7: well he’s hot o he’s obviously interested *winking*

Zaina: it7irro0n! ifff o wain Basma!? kil hatha 6ireej!?

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7amad~

7amad: Fakka ma ba’3a yro07!…shifta shlon i6ali3ha?

Fawwaz (whispering): o99999 7amad fi’6a7tna! F9ail Lail7een mawjo0d!

Fai9al: shfeekum ittisasiron?

7amad: laa wala shay bas….

Fawwaz (intterupting): nisait bo0ki bil sayyara…

Fai9al: *lifting one eyebrow up* o laish tabi bo0kik dam 7amad ib yidfa3?

Fawwaz: haaa??…ughh…la bas kint abi a6alli3 ra8am sharika min L business card malhum…

fai9al (moo im9addig): eeeeeeeee….

ashwa inni 9ij nasi b0o0ki…

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Fawwaz got up and went to his silver car…He saw a girl with brown curly hair, wearing a white dress parking next to his car…he smiled..

mashallah mamlo07a…

he went to open the passenger’s door, he didn’t notice the girl getting out of her car…he pulled the door open…

Basma (angry tone): *rubbing her elbow* aaaaaaa77777!

Fawwaz turned around…istaw3ab inna he’s the one who hit her..

Fawwaz: uughhh..asif

Basma (still holding her elbow):…………………………..

Fawwaz: *looking in her eyes* asif ma shiftich ti6li3een…ta3awwartay?

she has the prettiest tiny eyes i’ve ever seen…heehheheehee

Basma: *sa66ilat ib wayha* ee…ummm…a89id la..

waaaay zo0o8a!

Fawwaz (noticing her red elbow): *again* asif wallah ma kint adri..

iiffff Fawwazo0 shfeek kil shway wil thanya asif o asif…bas 5ala9 w9alat Lma3lo0ma!

Basma: ummm *blushing* 7a9al 5air

shit a7is inni 9irt 7amra!…ma la da3i L blushing! killish ma la da3i…

Fawwaz stayed silent and smiled..

Basma:………..

oh oh 3inda ’3ammaza! OMG itshawwig!Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh… i think i’m falling in love with it..hehhehehee ;p

they kept staring at each other silently…

go0l shay ya ’3abi lay mita ibtig3ad it5izha!?

ring ring ring ring…;p <———kaifi ana 3indi chithee L phone irrinno0n ;p

Basma: Alo0..kani kani L7een badish…shasawwi ba3ad za7ma…iffff…kani yaya…BYE!

she closed the phone and walked away…Fawwaz smiled and followed her inside…each went to his table..

Zaina~

Zaina: ifff sina! ma ba’3aitay!

Basma: sorry bas ligait masfa6

basma sat near Zaina…sara and Fara7 kept chatting and igrigin about Sara’s upcoming wedding

P.S. she’s gonna marry her cuzin, his name is Msa3ad… ;)

Zaina: Baso0o0om shfeech?

Basma: haaaa?? la ma feeni shay…*looking forward*

Zaina: *waving her hand infront of Basma* woaaaah ib shinu sar7ana?

Basma: *blushing* tawwa shift wa7id bil parking lot 7adda zo0’3a

Zaina: okk…its not the first time u see a cute guy ya3ni…

Basma: la bas he’s bil table illi jiddamna…o he can’t stop staring…

Zaina: hahahahaha…zain waina? warreeni iyya…

Basma: kahu…sitting next to the guy wearing the blue polo..

Zaina: huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!!!

Basma: haw shfeech?

Zaina: Fawwaz?!

Basma: laish it3arfeena?

Zaina: shlon ma a3arfa? a3arfa w a3arif illi yamma ba3ad!

Basma: 9ijj?? minu?

Zaina: hatha Ketchup!

basma: CHATHABA!…abbaaaih Zayo0n ishawwig!

Zaina: haaa? ee yimkin…bas moo wayid…OMG they’re coming…
…………………………………………..

7amad~

7amad: hathi rifeejat Zaina…waayid asho0fha ib dar Zaina..

Fawwaz: 9ij? shisimha?

7amad: wallah ma athkir 3adil bas chinni sima3t.ha itnadeeha Basma…

Fawwaz: aaaahh…*day dreaming*

7amad: go0m go0m 5ansallim 3alaihum…fashla akeed daraw 3anna…

Fawwaz: haa? ee ee yallah go0m..

7amad and fawwaz left Fai9al alone sitting on the table…he didn’t even notice them he was too busy eating..;p

7amad: Salam 3alaikum…Zaina shlonich?

awkwaaardd! wallah its really awkward! its really weird talking to him 3ugub illi 9ar ams..

Zaina: Umm…L 7imdillah b5air..

Fawwaz: hala Zaina shlonich…

Zaina: L 7imdillah..

Zaina introduced them to each other..Fawwaz was staring at Basma…and 7amad felt weird talking to Zaina after what happened yesterday he’s not used to being nice to her…she felt the same way…sara and Fara7 were giggling and whispering to each other …”9ar double date…hehehheheheee xD” ;p …they finished their 5 min. chat and each went to his table…
………………………………………
Bader~

knock knock knock…*bader’s room door*

Bader: tfa’6al…

Um Bader: hala yumma Bader…

Bader: hala yumma…

Um Bader: bs 7abbait as2ilik…int mit2akkid min 8ararik?

Bader: eee yumma…yimkin hatha L shay L wa7eed illi kint mit2akkid minna 6o0l
3omri…

Um Bader: 7abeebi wlaidi…wallah w kibart w 9irt rayyal…5ala9 3ayal damik
mit2akkid…Allah ywafgik o yifta7ha ib wayhik dinya w a5ra…ana baro07
ago0llihum…

Bader just smiled and watched his mom get out of his room with tears filling her
eyes…..

P.S. if ur wondering about whats happening in boring chilis…tara ma 9ar shay…bas stares,smiles…o those kind of stuff…o Zaina still didn’t tell Basma or Fara7 about what happened last night…o Bader…u never know whats gonna happen to him ;)

…………………………………………….
End Of Part 9……..

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers, will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy is Sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep, let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I’m caressing you
With the last breath of my soul, I’ll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday

In every single minute of my day, I’m reminded of you. I miss you. It hasn’t been the same without you, it never will be.

I no longer cry when I think of you. Instead I get a bittersweet feeling. I’d smile when I remember all the beautiful memories, all the laughter and happiness. Then I’d remember that day, the day you passed away. You weren’t supposed to leave, they said you were getting better, they said you were going to be okay. The image of your pale face, your cold weak body, laying on that hospital bed. I can’t seem to shake it off, it will forever be imprinted in my brain. I remember holding you, sqeezing your beatless hands so tight. I remember holding your expressionless face in my little trembling hands. I remember all the screaming, I remember Sultan snatching me away from you, I remember your mother sobbing in the cornor, I remember your father desperately holding in the tears. How can I possibly forget that day? it was the day I lost you, the day I lost my soul.

It’s funny though, because I think I finally accepted the fact that you’re actually gone, I think I’m moving on. Which is causing my insides to burn from all the guilt I’m feeling. How can I be happy when you’re lifeless body is laying somewhere under tons of dirt? how can I be happy when you’re no longer breathing? when you’re no longer a part of my life?

I keep being told that I have to accept that it’s okay to be happy, it’s okay to move on. I can’t accept that. Losing you has been hard, but being happy after your death has been even harder. It makes me feel guilty. I shouldn’t be happy, not when you’re not here anymore.

That mug you gave me is still on my nightstand, so is that tube of super glue you gave me. It was supposed to be a symbol of happiness, strength, life. And for a long time that’s what it was. I’d wake up every morning and stare at its colorful shiny exterior. I’d read the words you wrote “Whenever it gets broken, I’ll be here to fix it” and I’d smile, I’d smile of the thought of your beautiful face smiling at me. That mug gave me hope, that maybe someday I’ll be able to love again. That maybe Tareq really wasn’t the one. That maybe someday I’d be able to trust someone with the remains of my deformed heart. It used to make me happy, because I knew that you’d always be there for me.

But now I wake up every morning and watch it staring lifelessly at me. It’s once vibrant colours so dull and gloomy. What once made me hopeful now made me hopeless. It’s as if it’s mocking me, “Ha! he’s gone” it would laugh, “It’s ironic how I’m supposed to help revive your heart, and now that it’s alive. He who was the reason you got through it all, is dead”.

My heart is all his, he can break it in a second. I trust him with my life, and in a blink of an eye he can end it. You’d be so proud of me, I’ve come a long way. That cynical person who didn’t believe in love, is actually in love. But what if it breaks again? who will be around to glue the pieces back together? you promised you’d always be around, but you’re not. You’re gone. I’m happy with him, happier than I’ve ever been. I still can’t stop feeling guilty. I know you wouldn’t be happy with the way I feel, you clearly stated that after you leave you want me to move on with my life. I’m trying, as hard as I can. I thought I was getting there, but then all this guilt kicked in.

My life was far from perfect, but when you were around you made me feel that it was. You were always so positive, even though you had so much to be depressed about. You never complained, you’d spend days at the hospital but you’d never complain once. You were always smiling, I don’t think I even know how your face looks like without that huge goofy smile. I miss that face, god knows I’d give my own life just to see that beautiful face of yours again. To bring you back to life. But I know I can’t, you will never be back. You’re gone.

Someday I’m going to wake up and look at that mug and it would be colourful again. The guilt will find its way out. I have to be happy, for you, for me, and for all the people who love me. I’m honestly trying my best to get to that place, but it won’t be easy. Still, I know I’ll get there, I’m positive I will.

May your soul rest in peace.
I love you, always.

E7m e7m.

Dear love,

Where did you go? I miss you,

really man, I am sad. I

speak for all of us when I say that we love you, and we are

begging you to come back, we will kiss your feet, maybe

not them but me! I love you Love;** come back ;( please?

Love,

SSS

heeeey!! faj2a yanii sho3oor aktib shay.. il mohim A7ibkuuuuuum wayed wayed WAYED!! hehe.. adree 6awalt 3alaikom oo ana mo mit3amda bs I am studying.. OO PLEASE PLEASE id3ooli anja7 this upcoming test. THIS TEST IS IMPORTANT !! uughhhh ! bs inshalla i’ll try to post today! ba’3a9eb nafsi ;D 3ashnkom :D

-Me :D

I don’t know why I felt cheated..!! It was the first thing I did in the morning, after trying to push away the thoughts of a dream, I know nothing actually happened between us, and I know that the highlight of our relationship was finishing a bo…

So what happened to.. Love ;** ? and Teenager At Sea ? and Always and Forever ?   If you’re reading this… We miss you…   :(   UPDATE: LOVE IS BACK!!!! Shiftay shkether people love you? :) Teenager At Sea has gone private but still here, love ya babe :** Always and Forever is still MIA :(   ANOTHER UPDATE: Wain Um Loai??!! She’s gone tooo!!! :/ I hope everything’s fine..

P-fucking-O’d!

WAAAAAAAAAAH?

I honestly don’t know! but when the going gets tough, you make peanut butter and chocolate frosting sandwiches. Which is probably why I just threw up, real stuff though not invisible rainbows. You know when you eat nerds and you feel like you’re going to throw up a rainbow? yeah, that’s not the case. I actually threw up. I hate throwing up, it makes me sad. I think every time I throw up, somewhere in Africa a child dies.

A doo-wop group lives inside my brain, I’m married to one of them. The other two are brothers. They also sleep with each other. INCEST!!!!

ANARCHY, ANARCHY, ANARCHY!

I’m blabbering, I know. I aint making no sense, but gangsters don’t have to. (double negative)

I’m so gangster, I piss gold. I piss excellence! BAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! awesome movie.

:(

PB & chocolate frosting sandwich + listening to “London Calling” (hence the title) + watching aqua teen hunger force = delusional psychotic behaviour.

Damn your shrooms, terminator, DAMN THEM! I curse the day I ate those shrooms, which was today.

I miss you guys! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO? UPDATE ME? NO? come on, please? tell me anything. You suck.

P.S. WHERE DID Love;* GO?!!!!!!!!

Bo Mish3al’s phone was ringing non-stop, as he and Um Mish3al just sat on the dinning table to have lunch.”Bo Mish3al, akhaf its important.. sheela shoof mino dag hal kither ” Um Mish3al told her husband in a some-what concerned voice.” ilwa7ed mayakil…

Shrayik bas fy her jellies? Looooool – wallah iny fa9alt 3alaihum oo 7ata 9awart-ha labsat-hum. Loooooool Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone from Oman Mobile!

A man and a woman who had never met before,but who were both married to other people,

found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train.

Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upperberth and she in the lower.

At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying,……….

‘Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second blanket? I’m awfully cold.’

‘I have a better idea,’ she replied ‘Just for tonight,…….. let’s pretend that we’re married.’

‘Wow!…………………. That’s a great idea!’, he exclaimed.’

Good,’ she replied. ………….’Get your own fucking blanket.’

After a moment of silence, ………………….he farted.

The End

until next time

xoxoxox

Photo taken from : http://www.flickr.com/photos/telegdys/3377187615/Fortune cookie of the Day :”Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change.”Eric Golnik

- Reemas -

I went to bed the other day at 3. The 5 of us; Sa7ar, Sammar, Sara, Nayif, and me were all sitting around the table in the red room having dinner, except for Summar.

Summar joined us later on. she was in her room online when we came back from our late night cruise. Ya7laihaa, she looked so happy, o wajiha emnawr like the day of her engagement. She had already had dinner with her fiancee and she was gushing about him over dinner. Alla yhaneehum Inshalla.

Nayif. Oh, Nayif. I couldn’t help but smile whenever I heard his name, or whenever he was mentioned in our small talk sometimes. Yesterday at dinner, I was even happier. He was sitting right in front of me, eating away. He was smiling all the time too, and as long as he was smiling, I was too. What was he thinking of that could possibly make him smile his crooked smile, anyways, Inshalla etdoom hal ebtsama ya raab!

Sa7ar, her crazy and usual self, was all smiley after that cruise; lets just say something exciting happened, couldn’t stop teasing Sammar about Fahad, her fiancee.

- Sa7ar -

I woke up this afternoon at 2, having enough sleep. I washed up, prayed and went outside in the living room o salamt 3ala Baba, Mama o el bgaya. Half an hour later I went to my room and opened my laptop.

While it started up, I got lost deep into my thoughts, and thats when I remembered a scene from the night before. Hehe, so cute walla.

FLASHBACK!

Sara: Sa7ar 5alna nnzl Starbucks 9oob esharat Ramada, natures calling!

Me: AHAHAH! I like the way you put it ‘Natures calling’. Hehe, well can’t you wait lain ma nrj3?

Reemas: Haiii 9aa7 Sa7ar, ‘Natures calling’, HAHA I REALLY like the way you put it! Haii, ma feech tstanain lain ma no9al el bait?

Sara: NOOOO! I might sound like a baby, bs la ma feeni! Yalla!

We drove to Starbucks, parked the car and went in. I ordered a Caramel Frapp, and Reemas got a bottle of water while Sara went up the stairs to the bathroom.

Next thing I know ena fii wa7d ga3d ykalmni but in an indirect way…

Guy: Et9adg ya flaan, fii nas ana mt2akid shayifhum bs I’m not sure wain. O la b3d, shayfha akthar mn mara b3d.

Flan: Mthl ma gltlk mn gabl, what a small world!

He was sitting in the table infront of us and they were really close to us, and he was facing me while Reemas had her back to his friend, Flan.

I tried to keep a straight face but Reemas strated giggling, o 6ab3an that didn’t help.

Guy: Walla iny shayifha, bs aby a’thkrr wain. Et9adgg ya Flan, Mashalla tabarak el ra7maan! Jamalha ma la 7aal walla!

I was staring at the floor when I heard what I said. Jamalha m ala 7aal?!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAh, 3ad yaraiit law el nas y8adroon bs! I suddenly lift up my head and our eyes lock with each other. The end of my lips started curving up into a smile.

Guy: Its coming back to me, el Ritz, days ago.

When he said that he gave me a wink. So he knew who it was, but just wanted to make sure. I wondered off in my thoughts thinking days past, YES! YES, 3raftaaa! I was with Mama kna ntgahwa and he was infront of me.

I couldn’t help but smile when I remembered him. He was tall, slim, with bold and typical Qatari features; just the way I like them! The girls used to say that my choice in men was

plain, but this is how I liked them to be.

He was not ewww nor to die for, he was in between, just cute. The only dazzling feature was that he had dimples, and probably the cutest dimples I’ve seen on the planet earth! Hehe, ok I kind of sound geeky there, bs 9jj!

The guys left before us while we waited on Sara to come back, 7asafaa though, I wanted to take in his features as carefully as possible. Minutes later Sara tanzl and we all head back out to the car. When I got in I notice something white on the windshield of the GMC. I open the door and step outside. It was a paper, a white folded piece of paper. The wind was blowing a little harder than it did before we went in, and thankfully I got a hold of it before it flew. When I opened it…

Just to let you know, your beauty blinds me.
Mo 7aram 3alaich to what you’re doing to me! ;)
Between, I like a girl whose confident in whatever she’s in, and if you’re
guessing, its the GMC!

Hehe, 7ada cute! O la b3d ‘I like a girl whose confident in whatever she’s in…’, AHAHAHAHA 7ada eshawgg! When I got in I showed the girls the note, o 6ab3an,Sara, ma fhmat sh9ayrr. We sat and told her everything, and in her usual bright and happy self, she was jumping up and down mn el far7aa! Haha, I think that should be me, mo 9a7?!

END OF FLASHBACK!

- Nayif -

I woke upat 06:00 a.m., wel actually I had been awake all night but I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep. And at six I finally gave up and got up. I washed up, wore my trunks and went for a swim in the pool.

Ok, so today I’m going to announce my engagement…to Shougty, 8alby, 3umry, 7ayati, roo7y, and it never seems to end. Hehe. The water was cool, but not too cold. It was refreshign, and the best part of it that it was daylight, my favorite part of the day, since its rare that I get up this early in the morning. I stayed in the pool for about an hour and then went to shave and shower. A while later, I went up to the 9ala.

“Halla yumma, halla yubba.”, I kissed both of their foreheads.

“Halla 7abeeby, shlonk?”, both of them answered.

“Tmaam alla ysalmikum.”

“Ha Nayif, sh3ndk ga3d embachr?”, my mom asked.

“Ma shay yumma, ma yany noom.”

“Ee, w7na ngool sh6ary 3alaik.”, he said

I stayed with my parents for a little while and go back to my room. I laid down on my bed, 7ady ta3baan rayi7 feeha, bs ll 2asaf, the sleeping fairy won’t sprinkle the dust on me! I laid there for about half an hour when my mobile rings on the bed stand.

Incoming call. 7amanoo.

“Alloo…”, came in my muffled voice. I was half asleep and half awake by then.

“Nayoof, nayiim?”, 3abdlra7man said.

“La la kani 9a7yy, sh5barkk?”, I said sitting up straight.

“Ee ashwaa, tmaam. Wnt sh3loomk?”

“B5air Alla ysalmkk. Haa 7abeeby, a5bar el baar?”

“Walla, kany raj3 el Do7a. Esma3, mash’3ool wla?”

“Laa abad, zahgaan. Fii shay fi balikk?”

“Za3tar w Zeit, Soug Wagef?”

“Yalla, 5lall ni9 sa3a wana hnaak.”

“Yalla 7abeeby, ashoofk. Faman Alla.”

“Salaam.”

7aman was like a brother to me. I’ve known him since ayam el thanawiya, o r7na kamalna drasatna m3 ba3a’9. My best teenage memories were with him, of course.

I got up and went to 9ala and had some coffee and then back to my room. I changed into a pair of jeans and baby pink polo, put on some Gucci by Gucci pour homme perfume, grabbed my Ray Bans and keys, salamt 3ala umy w oboy 8abl la a6la3 o r7t.

On my way to Soug Wagef, I rolled down the windows and inhaled the fresh air, it too, was refreshing like the swim. Next thing I know, I was parking my car and getting down, making my way to Za3taar w Zeit. When it came in my range of sight, I saw 7aman sitting down. I waved my hand up and he did the same. Seconds later I’m exchanging formalities with him.

“Halla bl ’3alyy, halla! Ubboy, sh5baark?”, I said sitting down.

“Ya7lailkk, our soon to be m3rss. Ahaha, int ely wainkk, mo ana!”, she said laughing.


“Yalla zain 6eeer! Kany jdam 3yoonk! B3d a5baark?”


“7abeeby, I’m fine damik int fine. Inzain gooly, gltlhum?”


I instantly knew what he was talking about. Shoug. And our engagement.


“El yoom Inshalla.”


“Yalla 7abeeby, bl embarak.”


“Alla ybarik feek. Yalla 3ayal, n6lb?”


“Yalla….Excuse me.”


“Yes sir, what would you like to order?”, said the waiter.


“Yeah umm I’d like to have two saj’s please…umm…one Zaatar W Labneh, the other Jebneh Halloum, and one fern Mish Falafel with one freshly squeazed orange juice, thank you. Nayoof….”


“Yes and I’d like to have…uhh…I’ll have what he’s having except I’d like one saj Zaatar W Jebneh instead of the Zaatar W Labneh and I’ll have one lemonade. Thank you.”


“Your welcome. It’ll be 15 minutes.”


“B3d ya 7amaan, ha, won’t we hear any wedding bells for you any soon?”, I said teasing him.


“La yubba, taw el nass, 5alny astanas eb 7ayati ana bl awal 3ashan afar7 Mrs.Lucky wl e3yaal!”


“Waaaaaaaaay3aa 7amaaaaaan! AHAHA, Alla yg6a3 bleeskk, la b3d Mrs.Lucky, haa?”, I said cracking up.


“Ee yaaah! B3d mn 9jyy many ga3d a5ari6 jdamkk! BS you will hear them soon Inshalla…”


My eyes widening. 7AMAAAAANOOOOO BYTZAWAAAAJ! Hathaaa taw ytfalsaf!


“HAHAHA, int law bs etshoof shaklk! Ee 7abeeby, wedding bells…bs ll ’3airy! AHAHAHAHA! Walla shaklkk ma6nzaaa!”


“Enzain, gool minoo etha mo int!”, I said sarcastically rolling my eyes, 9ijj 7amaan hatha.


Sub7aan Alla, ma t’3ayar mn ayaam el thanawiyaa.


“T’thkr wa7id esma Jassim Al-Flani, ayaam el jam3a o koora bl mal3ab.”


“Weeeh laykoon Jassim ma ’3aira?”


“Ee na3am, Jassim. Jassim, ma ’3airaa.”


He told me about him o 5a6eb mn mna. When they bought our food, knt 7adyy yo3an, o la b3d rayi7 feeha. An hour later, mshainaa. We went seperate ways, since sayarta kant bl parking 3al 9oob el thany, while mines kan wara Le Gourmet.


Lama rja3t el bait, r7t el 9ala o ma lgait 7ad. Glt, yalla shwaray, 5alny a6ayibha eb nooma shwaay. And the next thing I knew, knt fii sabi3 nooma, la 7s wla 5abar!

Rima: WHAT !

Noura: He did something.

Rima: Oh c’mon Noura it’s not like he blocked my number.

Noura: Haha think twice my dear.

Rima: And he’d do that because …

Noura: He would ok.

Rima: Why the hell would he?

Noura: 7beebty there’s alot of things he’s capable of .

Rima: Is there something your not telling me?

Noura: …..

Rima: Noura ?

Noura: Hm?

Rima: What’s going on?

Noura: It’s not the time Rima.

Rima: HAW ! Wsh feeki, 83da t5awfeeni.

Noura: How fast can you get here ?

Rima: I’ll get the first flight out.

Noura: Great. I’ve got a little visit I have to make. Call me later.

Why would he do such a thing? She’s my best friend, he has no right to interfere with my friendships. I needed to confront him but how? If I went to the house alone he might do something. For all I know he’s planning something right now. I’ve been through all the stages of abuse so what more could there possibly be, this was a risk I had to take. I needed to know why he did this. Why he shut my friend out of my life.

I got into my car and started the engine but before I could even make a move Fahad popped up at my window.

Fahad: Where are you going?

Noura: Oh hey Fahad listen I can’t make it for dinner tonight.

Fahad: 5air esh fee?

Noura: I have this little erand to run.

Fahad: Well if its little then why don’t I come with you. Keep you company.

Noura: Uhh.. no thanks wallah I’ll be back in a while.

Fahad: Oh so you’ll be back in time?

Noura: I dont think so. Wait what are you still doing here?

Fahad: What do you mean?

Noura: I mean you just left my house like 20 minutes ago.

Fahad: Oh yeah, I was in my car.

Noura: Ummm.. stalk much ?

Fahad: Huh?

Noura: Why didn’t you leave?

Fahad: I was smoking a ciggaret.

Noura: And…

Fahad: It’s bad to smoke while you drive.

Noura: I see. Well I gotta go so bye.

Fahad thought… An erand huh? What is she getting herself into?

I arrived at M7sins house and looked around for him. Nobody was home, not even the maids. I sat and waited nervously on the chair infront of the door. My heart was racing like a beating drum. What was going to happen once that door opens?

M7sin: Noura?

Noura: Yes it’s me.

M7sin: See I knew you would come to your senses.

Noura: Oh no I’m not here for that.

M7sin: Aha.. ajal wsh tebeen ?

Noura: Why didn’t you tell me Rima called?

M7sin: Excuse me?

Noura: Why did you block her number?

M7sin: I did it for us.

Noura: Don’t you mean you?

M7sin: It’s the past. I assume you’ve talked to her so 5ala9 no need for your drama.

Noura: Oh my drama is well needed in this situation. You had no right M7sin !

M7sin: I don’t have to stand for this.

Noura: The hell you do !

M7sin: Look… I’ve just gotten back and I’m tired. So is there anything else?

Noura: WHY DID YOU DO IT ?

M7sin: Bs kitha mazaj.. bkefi.. ana aby.

Noura: Mashallah .. and that’s your answer?

M7sin:Yeah.

Noura: *whsipered* I hate you.

M7sin: What did you just say to me?

Noura: I said I HATE YOU !

M7sin: T3ali hina ya bnt *pulling my hair* meen t7asby nafsik haa? U97ik tkalmeni kitha fahma !!

The door bell rang. Perfect timing.

Is it just me or does “he” seem to be everywhere at the right moment.

M7sin: You’ve got to be kidding me !

Fahad: Noura yallah were leaving.

M7sin: Na3am? Hathi marty mu bkefik ya 7beeby, yallah i6la3.

Fahad: Noura get in the car now.

I did what I was told and got into Fahad’s car.

Fahad: Ism3 tra ma nb’3a mshakel fa 5leek f makanik o a7na bnroo7.

With that said Fahad walked out and came to me. Leaving M7sin standing in his place with a confused look.


Fahad and I drove back to the city. We parked infront my parents house but a few blocks away. We started talking.

Noura: Did you follow me ?

Fahad: No, I just knew.

Noura: Well for once I’m glad you were there , Thank you.

Fahad: Why did you even go there?

Noura: I needed to confront him about something.

Fahad: You could have just called him Noura, What if I wasnt there huh? What do you think would be going on right now?

Noura: 7a9al ili 7a9al ok 5ala9. Its over.

Fahad: Oh its far from over.

Noura: What’s that supposed to mean?

Fahad: Nothing…

Noura: I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.

Fahad: It’s ok..

Noura: Fahad?

Fahad: Na3am ?

Noura: Tell me the truth.

Fahad: About…

Noura: You.

Fahad: Well… theres nothing to tell.

Noura: How do you know EVERYTHING about me?

Fahad: Lucky guesses.

Noura: Oh my god I have got to teach you how to lie !

Fahad: Noura wallah !

Noura: La t7lif !! I want you to look me in the eye and tell me. Tell me your not lying.

Fahad: I’m.. not.. lying.

Noura: How dare you !

I got out of his car in a hurry and started walking home. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him.

Fahad: I love you.

Noura: What? *confused*

Fahad: Always have. Always will.

Noura: Who the hell are you ?

Fahad: I should have never let you go Noura… My Nouni.

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8:30 am, I woke up,brushed my teeth and washed my face, ate some breakfast, watched TV for an hour, got my swim suit on and headed to our swimming pool. Usually this is my agenda every Friday, I got this idea back in high school, I told myself that I’ll start exercising once or twice every week, I swam for two hours (madree laish a6awwil chithee, yimkin l2ana asra7 wayid itha siba7t?). I took a shower got my favorite pink Juicy tracksuit on, took my mobile and got on the treadmill in the mini-gym, turned on my mobile (I turned it off after I got home from university the day before) 5 messages, all from Noor.

Message 1:

OMG! Digay 3alay al7eeen!

Message 2:

Wainich?!

Message 3:

Mariooom! Call me right now!

Message 4:

Yalla!

Message 5:

Maku fayda, if you see this call me ASAP!

Haw, shfeeha!? Shift ilsa3a 11:20, I think it’s an appropriate time to call her.

I dialed her number oo started walking,

Noor: Aloo? (in a day5a way)

Me: Tawich tig3ideen?!

Noor: Shtabeen, banaaam.

Me: ASAP, ha?

Noor: WEEEEEE! EE umbai I sooo have to tell you this!

Me: Laish, shinu, shissalfa?

Noor: Ams when you were gone sima3t AlZaina, 3abdilrazzag’s gf itgoola, “laish inta killa you talk to other girls? Am I not good enough for you?” oo stuff like that.

Me: Wee…shinu sawa 3abdilrazzag?

Noor: Shisawee ba3ad, sakit 6ool ilwagt.

Me: It6afirnee hal Alzaina hathee, 7adha shakilha spoiled oo bratty, yaml8ha.

Noor: Mmm…inzain intay bitroo7een Slider Station ilyom ma3a Joori oo Shai5a oo their friends, 9a7?

Me: Ee, madree shalbis!

Noor: 3ndich hathee ilblack Marc Jacobs dress maltich, shakilha mashallah ityanin 3alaich!

Me: Thanks hun, maybe I should wear it.

Noor: Duuuh! Ok ana banam, 5aleenee astanis, bye.

Me: Thanks Noor! Bye.

Zidt ilspeed mal iltreadmill and started jogging.

****

7:30 pm.

I wore my black Marc Jacobs dress, a red Mui Mui clutch and some red heels. Libast a cute headband oo I let my neckline-length brown/black hair straight. Fee ba3’6 ilnas ishabhoonee ib Adrianna malat 90210, yimkin min the same hair, bas ihya a’63uf even though I’m thin enough, bes I like it! Put on some other accessories, perfume and got out of my room.

Rikabt ilsayara oo arrived at the restaurant at like 8:15 min ilza7ma, I told Wishno to pick me up at 10:00 . Da5alt oo I saw my cousins at the table, salamt 3alaihum oo 3ala their friends, ni6arna a few friends oo 6alabna.

Their friends were a bit boring honestly, killa yitkalimon 3an guys oo gossip, ana no3i akrah il7ash oo ma3indee halsuwalif. Sharabt wayid may, fa I needed to use the ladies room.

Me: Bes 3an ithinkum digeega.

All: – (they were sooo into gossiping)

I went and came back, wella the girls ga3deen ishoofoon the table a bit far away from us, it was full of guys who look 20-25 something like that. Ga3adt in my seat oo I heard a lot of, “umbai!” oo “is he single?” oo “ya7lailah!” and stuff like that. Chan ashoof a guy idish oo isalim 3ala the other guys, oo I heard a lot of “hot” and “iyannin” from the girls, the guy was about to sit when him and I locked eyes, 3abdilrazzag, he smiled quickly and sat down. Fortunately for me I was protected from being embarrased by a tall guy blocking the view between me and 3abdilrazzag. I ate silently and talked a bit, about reasonable stuff. We finished eating and left the table, I can feel 3abdilrazzag watching me for a couple of seconds. 6ala3na oo the girls rkibaw ilsayarat’hum while I was waiting for Wishno and Lati to arrive. “Mariam?” I turned around to see 3abdilrazzag, shakla wayid artab min gabil, his black eyes practically glowing in the dark.

Me: Uh..3abdilrazzag, shlonik?

3abdilrazzag: B5air il7imdilla, intay shlonich?

Me: Zaina, il7imdilla

3abdilrazzag:a5eeran 3i6la, fuka min iljam3a, ha?

Me: Ee, lay3a chabdee walla min iljam3a!

3abdilrazzag: Hehe! At’thakar hal shi3oor.

At’thakar?

Me: Inta moo biljam3a?

3abilrazzag: La ana mit5arij min gabil sintain, al7een ashti’3il. Aroo7 iljam3a sa3at 3ashan awa9il AlZaina

I felt his face redden when he mentioned Alzaina

Me: Ee, shinu kanat ta5a9u9ik?

3abdilrazzag: Idariyya, intay 7u8oo8, 9a7?

Me: Ee, 7lmee min ziman!

3abdilrazzag: Mashallah 6amoo7a min 9i’3rich.

Me: La kan 7ilmee awal shay a9eer mudarissa laish agdar aktib 3ala illo7

He laughed, 3abdilrazzag: 3ayal ana kint abee a9eer sayi8 laish agdar arkib ilsayara, kint thakee mashallah 3alay!

We talked some more about a couple of more stuff, universities and jobs, I think. He was a really good listener. His phone rang,
3abdilrazzag: Hala 7amad, laish? Inzain al7een shlon arid? Sayi8na msafir, shfeek? 3ad sa2altik itha kint btroo7 ildiwaniya gilt la2. 5ala9, inzain, ma3assalama.
He turned the phone off.

Me: Ma3ndik a7ad iwa9lik, 9a7?

3abdilrazzag: La rifeejee 7amad rayi7 ildiwaniyya oo mayigdar igi6nee ilbait, adabirlee wa7id moo mishkilla

Me: Inta ba3ad ma5theen ahalik minik ilaisain?

3abdilrazzag: Hahaha, la2, malee 5ilg asoog.

I saw Lati and Wishno inside my family’s car.

Me: Yallah 3abilrazzag, lazim aroo7, tabeenee awa9lik?

3abdilrazzag: Um, la mashkoora adabirlee sayi8.

Me: Shaklik mitwahig.

3abdilrazzag:- (silence)
I got in the car, he was still standing outside the restaurant.

Me: Bitnam ihnee? Yallah latistabrid, irkab!

3abdilrazzag: Inzain yallah,

He got in the passenger’s seat beside Wishno, Lati was complaining at having a guy she had never seen in the car (she’s old, falazim I respect her opinions) and I keep telling her that he’s a friend of mine, moo m9adga! 3abdilrazzag looked at me and Lati and knew what was going on, trying to impress her, he got his mobile out and played an indian song, wait, itmoot 3ala hal ’3nya!

3abdilrazzag: Ha Lati, do you like it?

Lati: No, not nice

Ba8ait abi6ha, I mouthed to 3abilrazzag “Itchathib 3alaik!” and he looked like he was about to burst, 6ool il6ireej 3abilrazzag was playing some Indian songs (chinna Lati 6a5at shway?). And now it’s my turn to listen to some, we talked about singers the rest of the way. Our tastes in singers weren’t so alike. Wi9alna baita, mashallah baita iyannin! His father was one of the richest people in kuwait, he has a bunch of successful companies, his house was a dream come true!

3abilrazzag: Thank you (to Wishno), Bye Lati! Yallah, ma3asalama Mariam, mashkoora.

Me: 7ayak allah, ma3asalama

He slammed the door shut and looked at me with a look that changed my world.

****8:30 am, I woke up,brushed my teeth and washed my face, ate some breakfast, watched TV for an hour, got my swim suit on and headed to our swimming pool. Usually this is my agenda every Friday, I got this idea back in high school, I told myself that…